Day 65

It is Sunday.  In other words, all of the veterinarians in the world are taking a day off-except the really expensive emergency one!  I won't even describe how incredibly miserable and sick Mia is. She has the parvovirus and hookworms.  We spent the entire day at the emergency animal clinic.  We had to get a credit card so we could foot her bill, and she is not looking good.  I am praying so hard that she'll make it.  I can't lose another baby.  Penelope just died in January.  We did everything right.  We got her shots as soon as we could, and she is spoiled rotten.  I want her home so badly.  She's in a quarantine room inside of a glass cage.  We couldn't even pet her before we left.  I am so worried she's going to die alone and scared in a little glass box.  My heart is broken.  I have to pick her up at 7:30 am, and then I have to take her to another vet so she can be monitored and treated for 48 more hours.  I hope she makes it that long.  Right now she's about 13 lbs.  I hope her tiny body is strong enough to beat this thing.  I don't think I'll sleep tonight.